Got an early jump on this one too. Please enjoy!
Also, I've been reading a great story called "Relations" by AikoTsuki. I hope you all go read it too, she's really incredible! ;D
Thatch would've been furious at his gang right now... if he hadn't been so worried about Fatch right now.
He, and Richard, and Zeke and Moon, were currently in an ambulance with the prince, who looked like he was fading away. If it hadn't been for the surgeon, he could've been dead by now... but he was losing so much blood, and he wasn't breathing very well. It was also now they noticed he was heavily burnt... Thatch was praying they made it to the hospital in time... he was so worried... and the roaring of the sirens didn't exactly help that...
Thatch took a shaky breath, carefully taking hold of Fatch's hand with both of his own, trying not to let any tears fall at the sight of the other. He wished he'd known what happened to cause this... he knew Zeke probably knew what happened, but he couldn't bring himself to ask right now... he couldn't care less about how it happened right now... all he cared about was seeing Fatch ok...
An hour went by... Thatch couldn't relax... the tea Jenette made him helped only slightly... Richard, Moon and Zeke tried to tell him things would be fine, but he couldn't help but worry about it. Again, those injuries were so severe... heck, it would be a MIRACLE if Fatch lived through this.
The boy took a breath, slowly getting to his feet, beginning to pace the room. He was so terrified... he'd be having a heart attack right now if he had a heart beat. He couldn't believe this was happening... he felt like he was in a horror movie... he was so scared it wasn't even funny...
Hearing the sound of wood clomping on the floor, the vamp turned to find Slither, Mosshead and DummyGirl walking over to them. There hadn't been enough room in the ambulance, so they were forced to walk here. Although, Thatch didn't mind making them walk. He was still pretty furious at them.
Thankfully they didn't get the chance to talk with him, for in that moment, Jenette hurried into the room, her front coated in blood. That was a little disconcerting.
" My goodness... "
The woman mumbled, her ear twitching rather cutely.
" The poor dear... well, he's alive but... "
" Can we see him? "
Thatch asked hurriedly, not even bothering to let her finish. He knew she'd say he was in poor shape. But he'd expected that already. He'd seen what the prince looked like before they'd hooked him up to the hospital equipment. Jenette slowly nodded to him, leading him and the others to the princes room.
Thatch hated seeing Fatch like this... the prince seemed like he was barely awake really. And there were thick bandages wrapping around his head and right eye, a burn mark along his left cheek, and his torso was thickly bandaged as well. The prince luckily didnt break his legs or arms though. The prince in question kept an ice pack pressed against the bandages around his eye, looking a little groggy. Perhaps he was still heavily sedated, they weren't sure...
Slowly Thatch walked over to him, sitting right beside him. He was a bit relieved when Fatch actually acknowledged him. Although, the princes one visible eye was foggy, indicating he might not be very conscious.
" H-hey Fatch. "
Thatch said softly, happy to find he still had the others attention.
" How are you feeling? "
Fatch sighed lightly, shifting the ice pack a bit.
" I-I feel sick... "
" Sorry bout that hon. "
Turning to the speaker, he found Jenette adjusting the IV.
" I overestimated how much you weighed. You're gonna feel a little icky for a while. "
Fatch groaned, his head rolling to the side.
" Well that explained it... "
" Fatch, are you sure you're alright? "
Thatch asked softly, carefully taking hold of Fatch's free hand.
" Do you need anything? "
Fatch smiled lightly before gently pulling his hand away, slowly closing his eye and shifting further into the blankets.
" No... "
He mumbled, smiling softly.
" Just... sleep... "
Thatch frowned before standing up, moving over to the purple haired woman.
" He'll be ok within a few days. "
The woman explained gently, nodding in his direction.
" But he needs to rest here until then. You should head home now sweetie. I'll call you if anything changes. "
" Yes ma'am. "
The vampire walked into the lobby, quickly getting hugged by Richard and Moon. The duo could probably sense how distraught he was... but he didn't mind. He needed all the comfort he could get right now. Besides, he'd welcome a hug from these two any old day.
Slowly the trio departed, walking over to Zeke, who was wrapping a bandage around his arm. Apparently it had been cut horribly before. About the length of claw cuts. Amazing his cuts weren't bleeding anymore. The alien looked up at the others, smiling lightly. Thatch slowly sat beside him, his curiously getting the better of him.
" Zeke, why did you give up your soul to save me? "
He asked lightly.
" I would've thought that... "
" Thatch, I HAD to get you and the others out of there! "
Zeke hurried, sounding slightly huffy.
" Besides, I don't even HAVE a soul! Juan Carlos is probably fused inside my L.S.S.. And anyway, I'd rather give myself up than see you or anyone else get hurt. "
Thatch blushed lightly at this, feeling a great deal of jealousy he'd once held towards the alien disappear. Zeke was really cool, actually. He'd have given himself up for his sake... Zeke was clearly an amazing person...
... Unlike his so called friends...
Thatch slowly turned to the three in question, sneering in their direction. They looked shocked and saddened by it... but he didn't care. They deserved it. He couldn't believe their actions. After everything they'd been through... after everything they told him... after everything they'd done for him... they still abandoned him. Threw him into the arms of a hellfire. The vampires heart hurt just thinking about it. And judging by the looks on his REAL friends faces (Richard, Zeke and Moon), they were just as disgusted by those threes actions as well. Richard was glowing green, Moon's bindis were lighting up, and Zeke had lost the gloss in his eyes from a glare.
Thatch stood up, unable to even be in the same room as those three anymore. As he passed, he felt Mosshead grab his arm. He wouldn't punch Mosshead, but he ripped his arm away.
" Thatch, please, we're sorry. "
Mosshead tried, but Thatch would have none of that.
" Sorry my butt. "
He hissed, walking a bit passed them.
" Thatch wait! "
DummyGirl cried, getting the vampire to stop in his tracks. But still he didn't look at them. In fact, he didn't let them talk.
" You know, I truly thought you guys had changed. "
The vampire whispered coldly.
" Guess not though. No matter what, you'll all still turn on me when things get nasty. You know, I never thought I'd say this, but... "
Slowly the boy looked up, his eyes getting a little watery. He truly never thought he'd say this, but...
" As of now, none of you are my friends. "
The three gasped, unable to believe what they'd heard. They couldn't speak, only able to watch as the other marched out the doors and into the night, soon followed by Richard, Zeke and Moon.
Things aren't looking good, are they...? :(
